In Pastures Green

In Pastures Green

I'd left my home far, far below,
Some other people lived there now,
Between them shared their tasks somehow,
And I was free to go.

I had no duty, work or pain,
They had been taken far from me,
A haven of tranquility
Was now my new domain.

In pastures green, full length I lay,
Among some sheep with whitest fleece,
I held a lamb, and felt at peace,
My burdens eased away.

I knew the Shepherd led me there,
His love would keep me safe and well,
With joy, my soul would gladly dwell,
Forever in His care.

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